Tuesday, November 16, 2010

St. Margaret of Scotland (patron of Scotland)

still waters run deep

enough to drown in.

I let it all go--my breath

my nipped-in waist,

the curl that hung in front

of only my left ear.

the water was loud,

the depths were quiet,

the cattails lobbed their

heavy heads over in the wind.

there are good days

where I look like myself.

there are bad days

where I come back confused,

claiming to be changed,

convinced that this birthmark

is just a shadow.

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